Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 94

Felix left with a sense of grievance.

Whitney rubbed her hands together, relishing the feast before her. She reached for a skewer of konjac, followed by some spicy beef and mushroom balls sitting on his side of the table. As she eagerly dived into the meal, she directed him, “Grab me some of this, that, and oh–more of those, please.”

“Are you a pig?” The man glanced up, his aristocratic hands remaining still. “Waitress, could you get some veggies for this little piggy here?”

His voice, too magnetic and pleasant, immediately drew attention from the nearby diners.

Whitney’s face flushed with annoyance as she looked around enviously. “Look at everyone else’s boyfriends. They’re doing so much for their girlfriend.”

Her gaze wandered, observing the young couples around them, some still in their school uniforms, with the boys diligently serving their girlfriends and cooing endearments like, “Sweetie, careful, it’s hot.”

“Sweetie, want some bubble tea?”

It was all about pampering.

The more Whitney watched, the more she envied, especially compared to the icy glacier beside her, who seemed clueless about doting on a lady.

Ludwik, looking unimpressed, finally picked up a skewer and methodically placed meatballs into her plate. “That’s as far as I’ll go. Eat.”

He was not one for such feminine displays of affection.

Deep and commanding, his voice drew near with a dangerous warmth, his clean, masculine scent enveloping

her.

His fingers, long and strong, moved with purpose.

Whitney’s cheeks warmed under his care, especially as she caught the envious glances from other girls around

them.

Every woman has a touch of vanity, desiring their man to show care and affection, especially in love.

Content, she continued eating.

holding a cup and a napkin, tenderly helping his lady with her drink and wiping her lips clean. Was that really the stoic

a sneaky photo and quickly sharing it in the gossip group

catering to his wife at a barbecue joint. I’m getting slaughtered in

Parker: […]

slap in the face

F

group exploded with excitement, begging Felix for more. [Mr. Lippert and his lady

with the spicy meatballs. Have some seaweed; it’s good

want bubble

“Quiet.”

her lips with a napkin, and as he leaned closer, their eyes locked, her flushed

him.

in the window, his phone aimed at them. She suspected that Elaine might see the photo. With a coy

Ludwik was

met his, her eyes soft

a deep breath and kissed her back passionately, his grip tightening.

body reacting, “You’re quite the flirt, aren’t you? Damn it, I

flushed deeper, her playful

heart racing, captured a discreet photo, sending

their CEO kissing his lady, causing a frenzy of

screams and could not help but glance at the secretary’s phone, only to see Ludwik kissing Whitney, with a

all people, at a barbecue

clearly

Ludwik was kissing the petite woman in his arms, a sight any woman would be envious of.

boiling within

this how Whitney enjoyed

Ludwik without

corner of the barbecue restaurant, amid the warmth and intimacy,

uninterested, and

her eyes, feeling the sting of his kiss as the

released her, though his gaze lingered. At that moment, the phone

Elaine saw the call go unanswered. She imagined them locked in an embrace, cursing inside, “Whitney, is this a challenge? You

let Ludwik fall for this vixen.